Title: Sweet Love
Song used: Sweet Love by Liviu Hodor feat. Mona
Ratings and Warnings: 1st-2nd years, none
Word count: (with lyrics) 499
‘I want to come along!’ Scorpius whined and grabbed his mother’s robes. Astoria tried freeing herself but the six-year-old clung only tighter.
Draco stepped in and pried his son off. ‘It was you who was all for staying with Grandfather and Grandmother so that you can go to the Quidditch World Cup game between England and Ireland.’
Astoria knelt down to be on eye-level with her son. ‘We won’t be long. Only a couple of days. We’ll be back before you know it.’
Scorpius sniffed and dubbed at his teary eyes. ‘You’ll bring me presents.’
‘Of course,’ Astoria promised.
Draco put his hand between his shoulder blades and gently steered him toward his parents who had come to fetch their grandson. ‘Now, remember what I told you about behaving.’
‘Yes, father.’ Scorpius swiftly turned around, gave Draco’s legs a tight hug, then ran over to his grandmother who reached down to take the young boy’s hand.
Draco nodded towards his parents. ‘We’ll be back in a week.’
‘Don’t worry, Scorpius will be fine with us,’ his father declared. He gestured at his wife, and a moment later, all three had Disapparated.
Turning towards his wife, Draco took her arm and said, ‘Let’s go.’
It was the first time since Scorpius’ birth that Draco went on holidays alone with his wife. He had never before been to Majorca and was looking forward to it. They were staying at a friend’s finca at the foot of the Serres de Llevant near Colònia de Sant Pere. Upon arrival, Draco immediately noted the quietness of the location. They were surrounded by nothing but nature, yet the next town wasn’t too far away in case they needed something.
They spent most of their time relaxing at the finca’s swimming pool or taking long walks. Sometimes they went into town shopping or visited the beach. One day Draco lent a small yacht and they drove out onto the sea. He was just checking the compass when Astoria pulled out a weird-looking device and started fiddling with it.
He stopped the motor, letting the yacht idle on the waves, and curiously asked, ‘What are you doing?’
She sent him a wide smile. ‘It’s a portable radio. The Muggles use it.’
He frowned. ‘What do we want with a Muggle contraption?’
Suddenly, music started drifting out of the devise and Astoria stood. ‘I heard this song yesterday and can’t lose the tune anymore,’ she explained. She came to stand really close and slung her arms around his neck. ‘Let’s dance,’ she whispered before starting to hum the melody.
Unable to resist her charm, he put his hands around her and started moving to the tune. She smiled up at him before leaning her head against his chest. He kissed her hair and, while listening to the lyrics, thought that sometimes, Muggles did get things right.
Let’s fly together,
Let’s get this dream forever,
Let’s dance like we’re in heaven,
Just give me your sweet love